Boom Melt, Sound of my Head

Funny,
Ain't it,
These days,
Won't pass me by,
The nights,
Are one endless try,
Of my search for sleep,
Yet my insomnia,
Is the only one,
Comfortable,
In my bed,
Sharing with me,
The piece of mind,
That is eating me up,
As my brain,
Melts in the microwave,
For I so desperate crave,
To feel warm again,
To feel as if I am on fire,
Just one more time,
Before the minute,
Beeps away,
Funny,
Ain't it,
How I can find words,
Yet I always find myself,
Writing.

I's so sick of these same old thoughts,
My brain has had enough,
I so sick of this same old heart,
The one that keeps breaking up. 

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